Bright lights—every color of the rainbow Loud noises waiting at each corner There, in the middle of the circus, stood the performers—ordinary people They bent, they smiled, they bowed too low worked until their bones ached hands trembling from tireless effort all just to please the watching crowd ...Read more

To nail me to the wall, It would be like throwing a darts into emptyness Content in everything that's nothing I alone bare this inverted cross It strides long and far but always swaying to the heartbeat of someone lost and alone Let nothing come between us, if so then we'll never know what the fina...Read more

It was fair game until it yielded no gain. The lion’s mane you bore became the perfect walking cane, until it tripped your feet and hurled you into gravity’s embrace You sit now in the only seat you can claim: a stage for every gaze. Still, you wear the mask, the guise of majesty— the king of clown...Read more

I'm perpendicular to my right side Blind in my third eye Something loses, then something has to win Like a candle burning from both ends A double edged sword Damned if I do, damned if I don't The opposite of end Subduing translucentcy It's like a waterfall of shame and guilt Bathing in its conduitc...Read more

New Years eve came strolling down like a ballerina on a Swan lake set Enchanting was the feeling before the word came to mind Eve first impression of Eden Graceful was the flaring of its limbs up and away before we knew its next move Grateful we are to see such astonishment upclose and personal to ...Read more

We share a life. We both booked the same clown instead of sharpening the knife— how profound. When I sent you my manifesto on circus etiquette, you debated it, and we both shared words we regret. It was never right to laugh at the tightrope walker. You still disagree? Fine— but I know you choose a...Read more

My love life’s like A Quiet Place, I’m just tryna find my space. I try to Run from all the pain, But in this race, I lose the chase. I was calm till she looked down, Her silence loud, it shook the ground. Now I’m Obsessed, feel like Joker, Still play my cards, keep my face poker. Hope the world c...Read more

My mind plunges — ocean deep, a treadmill in Munich hums. Who’s invited to this crusade? Do I cheer or sneer at the parade before me? Where to go next after this soulless circus? The skyline never looked more blue — is this the same sight Picasso gazed at, or have the heavens changed? The weather...Read more

The way you behave Brings only disgust, An itch on my skin, A poison I cannot trust. You are not lovable, Merely replaceable— A parody disposable, Your presence makes me intolerable You strut as though divine, Craving worship at your shrine, Yet all I see is a foolish clown, Lost in the circus of y...Read more

Bread and circuses, circuses and bread. Bread and circuses, circuses and bread. The bread is great. Recipes differ, but all leave you rubbing your stomach, smiling giddily— like a pacified toddler. Tastes even better with juggling balls, rings, clubs— so cyclical, yet so impressive. Card tricks, ...Read more

In the ninth year, the ninth month all karmic soul ties are severed no more lies... The karmic ties are ended The contracts are dissolved The binds that binded us broken burned never to evolve... The masks are slipping those who pretended in shadows will stand naked in truth’s light degraded for...Read more

If you were a colour you’d be red, blood on the dollar, the lies you’re fed. Sweet on the tongue but it rots your head, a circus of corpses, and you’re the bread. Red like clearance tags that drip from the seams, stitched with the organs of somebody’s dreams. A kid breaks fingers so you look fresh,...Read more

You mere man, How dare you? Frail, fragile, slow wanna-be monster. All bark, But you think you're a god. You brandish the dagger, A sly smile 'cause you think you're it, The THING. Your brain is foggy, Clouded with the excitement, And the foul venom of a stupid snake. Mad, mad man. You take off th...Read more

They cut your wings before you could fly. They took every piece of you, yet still called you selfish when you tried to keep your bones. Forsaking the fountain of your hopes, you lost yourself before you even knew who you were. Everyday was a battle against life — a war lost before it even began. ...Read more

In a town where the waltzing daisies grow,  Lived a chap named Mr. John Bigtoe.  With shoes that were green and socks that were red,  He danced every morning, then juggled some bread.  His big toe was famous, oh what a sight!  It twinkled and sparkled, both day and night.  It played the piano...Read more